The Common Humanity

Welcome flesh!

Birth of requirement: you must die

The common humanity

Human's begin with endings,

The middle waits to be chosen.

People decide the medium;

time's only promise to you.

Youthful blindness,

discovered in the purest energy.

Wished upon parental guidance,

but your village may be your only guarantee.

The novelty of body,

married to breath;

committed to death

Life's celebration of you.

The art of behavior,

covered in personality;

laying beneath—the soul's story.

Chapters of accessories,

I browse the eyes of every novel I see.

So many visions paint one scene.

Belief is the hyphenation to fiction.

Sophisticated Sass

The danger of ego's play

Warned in jesters

and in hinted in words...

What do you say?

A tangible representation

a tool of your imagination

toying with occasions

A person is only as interesting as you.

You fill their words with wonder

and give their actions thunder,

This is how a woman knows you love her.

That's the majority,

there's always an exception to the rule.

How easily physical beauty fools.

Creating a different class—the rarest clash.

The power of inner peace

A magnet of impulses attract

To the woman who is sophisticated sass.

What is Said in Silence

Guarding matters

A regardless matter

What is said in silence,

behind the chaos and chatter?

The senses of intuition’s wit,

rightly protected by fears.

Shake the days clear.

Mix intentions into fits,

Sizzle around the fizz

Give explosions

Keep close calmness

Create self-worse for self-worth

Chain the inner curse

The spell of outer possession’s

Cast life the cause of this

Entertain the unknown by what yesterday knew

Make assumptions before you expect clues

And be surprised when daily you turn blue

This is how to find what I found

Doesn’t seem deep or too profound…

But it was exactly that,

My mental break down.

Shall I suggest you go crazy?

Am I suggesting you go crazy?

Maybe.

If that is what it takes.

The moments that question, “what is left?”

There you stand above the mess

Some may call it a test, I call it openness

The bratty tantrum stormed of self-witness

Revived by the shower of blessing

Share your light

Isolation is one all alone;
acting out sheltering my beliefs
Here I sit as you knew you'd find me
crazed by fear speaking doubts
I feel all I prayed, fought and sought
My feelings are purely more intelligent than my thoughts
Reason, Purpose, everlasting plan you keep up to whirl and whined around me
But here I am; I just stop
Take my soul as my spirtual essence
Take my mind as a misguided direction
Take my body as worn by experience
Take my energy as dull lacking light
Share your spirtuality
Share your wisdom
Share your health
Share your light

The Girl I Use To Be

For I am the reason of the girl who I use to be
She mastered the maze of others insecurities
I survive wounded to only one boundary
My eyes are outlets of honesty speaking for the depth of me

Regret is valuable as a lesson
My heart and soul form as a equal balance
and live for the challenge of this expectation--
a moment unknown is a experience to grow

Naturally vibrant to engaging energy
My emotions will always be compulsions of the unexpected
My selfishness won't be crowded by what is not deserved
Could I exchange a lie for my reality ?

Limited Minds

Limited minds
Scatter time
Truth they won’t find
Don’t tangle your thoughts into mine
I break puzzles rhyme by rhyme

Deepness isn’t something to create
I’m embracing internal fate
Lost—to impatient to wait
Sadden to life you debate
Now question your judgment and hate

I think too much

I think too much
If not everything would be a mindless guess
Chance on life’s expensive gamble
I never learned how to take less
Just more and more thoughts to ramble

I think too much!
Because who else would?
Who else is going to think of me?
Who else is going to think for me?

I think too much
Because thoughts crowd me until visions are all I see
They hang me occupied
Then drop me into a hurricane to breathe
Leaving me raw—no emotion could hide

I think too much!
Because who else would?
Who else is going to think of me?